Peyoti For President. Rhapsody Of A 1000 Lies. Zeneszám

Ia??ve died a 1000 timesa?¦
My heart ripped from my side,
My brain cut into piecesa?¦
Ia??ve borne a 1000 pains,
The blood sucked from my veins,
A multitude of leechesa?¦


They lied a 1000 liesa?¦
We sighed a 1000 sighs,
How could you ever say for certain,
To doubt or to believe,
To loose or to conceive,

it could ever be forgotten,


Hea??s singing for his pain,
That tomorrow things will change,
But hea??s hopelessly tenacious,
He opens up the door,
Goes crashing to the floor,
Into a 100 thousand piecesa?¦